And lo! I see a glorious Race, Successive rising to Renown! Decree'd Britannia 's Throne to grace; And give new Lustre to a Crown. Ordain'd, to wield the Sceptre Royal, With righteous Pow'r, and gentle Sway; And rule o'er Britons , Brave, and Loyal, 'Till Heavn, and Earth, shall melt away.